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Is Beauty really beholden I’m the eyes of those who stare at it? Beauty can be likened to an unspeakable A face of an angel Voice...
Shoulders up in the sky Swaying boney hips from point to point Cool down my fattened peacock. For all you have is sticks and bones Moving...
Facing the mirror disgusted in your looksBut I have no chance to face a mirrorFor my dead eyes would see nothingMy only view, the words of...